In Dreams . . .

Not long before this academic year began, my father was in an automobile accident that resulted in his going into a coma and subsequently dying. Last night I dreamed I was in an auditorium and that my father was slumped in a chair in the front row. The auditorium was filled with people, by the way. Don't recall what the event was. I made my way up the side aisle to my father, thinking he was dead. But when I touched the body, he opened his eyes and looked up at me.